Grulorg grumbles, "Move!"
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Grulorg complies,hes not ready to fight that beast, yet...
"This is going well so far. Well, we made it to a beach..." the half-orc grumbles as the group is led into the cave.
The conversation swirling around causes Grulorg to hesitate and step backwards. He growls at the opponent facing him awaiting the actions of the rest of his companions and of course the newcomers.
Without his normal gear Grulorg is a rather easy target to hit, even in his Rage he begins to weaken but he still fights on! Attack W2 with Club
Grulorg is bloodied by the attacks and enters a Rage striking back at one of the warriors.
Attack with Club
Grulorg turns about to and fro, "But aren't we on an island with no boat? I say we salvage our gear and bring the fight back here".
Grulorg turns to the stranger, "Run, where to?"
Grulorg looks at the club in his hand, "I'm not fighting a damned dragon with a stick, we gotta go back ta' the coast and try and salvage our gear".
Grulorg's eyes widen, "Dragon? A real Dragon? Did they se it with their own eyes?"
Grulorg grunts at BM, "Yep but we did not get fancy huts like you did.."
Grulorg slings Lheo's bow over his should and stops by the body of the fallen warriors to retrieve one of their clubs for use, Not my earthbreaker but it will have to do. He then begins to pluck the arrows that he shot that missed from the ground, Why waste em and tries to look generally imposing to the remaining villagers. He lets the rest of the group do the talking at this point. "Damn Lheo, I need more bow practice, I was lucky I hit the ground with some of these shots..."
Initially Grulorg was wary of starting a battle with an entire village full of people, after all, if they were friendly why slay those who can assist you? It is clear though that these people are warlike, well Grulorg was warlike too if only his earthbreaker had not been lost at sea... The half-orc draws back on his bow and fires at the villager attacking BM, he trusted Lheo and Ish to take down the last of their present fighters. Compound Longbow - Damage
I'd say welcome aboard but the SS Minnow has been lost..
OK, Table 2 seems to be busy imploding. A bit of a downer and a distraction, so sorry for concentrating on them and not being quick to update here. No worries :-)
Grulorg fires once more. Compound Longbow - Damage
Grulorg fires! Compound Longbow - Damage
Grulorg growls, "Can we beat a whole village of the... wait, is that BM?
Ishmex, Grulorg, Lheorvine: Grulorg draws an arrow and ulls back on the compound bow, he holds his shot until the Warriors approach Ish. He does not want to be the aggressor if he can help it.
Grulorg, Lheorvine, Aubrey: "Terrific..."
Grulorg, Ishmex, Lheorvine: Grulorg shrugs at Ish, "Sure, go ahead".
He turns to Lheorvine, "This is got to be our worst job yet..."
Ishmex, Grulorg, Lheorvine: "Should we follow them froma distance?" Grulorg asks as he picks the bow up out of the sand and cleans its bottom off.
He turns and looks at the water, "I wonder if we shouldn't try and see if any of our stuff washes up on shore, I bet my Earthbreaker sunk like a rock, wonder if we can find the spot where the ship broke up..."
Ishmex, Grulorg, Lheorvine: Grulorg place the bow on the ground and raises his hands in as non-threatening a way as he can.
He points to himself, "I Grulorg".
Ishmex, Grulorg, Aubrey: "I'm less worried about these guys than I am about where the guy that ran off went to. There could be hundreds, we should not fight unless we have to. Ad that's coning from a half man that loves ta fight", Grulorg replies in Orcish.
Ishmex, Grulorg, Aubrey: "I'd prefer to lay into 'em but we don't want to make enemies if there are more around the bend. You approach though, mine isn't the friendliest face. I'll keep you under cover, with yer own bow". Grulorg grins.
Grulorg, Ishmex, Lheorvine: Grulorg nods to Lheorvine, "Point taken".
The half-or walks forward with no armor but Lheorvine's bow in hand and quiver strapped to his back. The search for the rest of their companions continues!
Grulorg: The half-orc narrows his eyes trying to ascertain if he can see anything at all floating in the water there. He considers calling out and holds off, until he sees the light flickering from behind him. If would be attackers are here, that light will attract attention more so than my voice.
He calls out, "BLYTHE!? DELMAR!? CEDRIC!? CAPTAIN!? Anyone there!" This is probably the first time he has used the full name of either of his companions, ever.
Grulorg Ishmex and Lheorvine: Grulorg grins, "I abandoned my goods to save my life. Things I can replace, I've no guarantee the Night Maiden would restore me to life". Grulorg picks up the bow and flexes it with ease, "Thank you, I will accept this gracious offer my friend". As they arrive at the figure of Ishmex, Grulorg grins a tusky grin, "He lives! Set up a fire perhaps... and warm up, I will scan the beaches the rest of this way for survivors". Grulorg does just that.
Grulorg and Lheorvine: Grulorg grunts, "Good, you live". He attempts to assist Lheorvine in sitting up. "We need to try and find the others, I already found one sailor dead, we got lucky it looks like. This is not good..."
He scans for more survivors from his current position.
Grulorg: Grulorg begins to walk the rough surf, So much for an easy job... Perception
Grulorg: Grulorg takes a few moments to cough the remaining water from his lungs, he checks his inventory. besides his clothes and his cloak, all else he brought was lost to the waves, even his fabulous weapon! Still, a dead man cannot use tools so to hold on he had to let go. The Gods give and the Gods take, the half-orc has overcome worse, perhaps his goods will wash up on shore, perhaps not. Still, this was not the time to lay about, this was the time to seek survivors. With his night vision, the half-orc begins to look for his allies or his charge, Cedric. Hell, even crew men he should assist if he can but they are not his primary focus.
Grulorg: The half orc grimaces as he releases his pack and his armor, this is about survival now.
Swim Swim Swim
Grulorg:
Grulorg is wakened by the sound of the ship crashing. He grabs his pack and his armor and does his best to climb out.
Climb Reflex save - Damage Acrobatics Perception Grulorg manages to get on the deck but just as he does so, debris slams into him, throwing him off balance and pitching him into the sea...
Grulorg is able to handle the horrible motion of the ship, he spends is time below decks praying to the Night Maiden to keep the ship safe that he may continue to do that which she wishes of him. Grulorg gets a lot more pious when effects beyond his control can potentially harm or kill him!
Much as Grulorg would like to experience the storm on decks, he cannot swim and will not risk it, he heads below.
Grulorg nods at Ward's explanation, Perhaps this will not be so desolate a job after all. "Yes, the Old Gods are with us, Gods do not die, their followers only forget them. When belief continues, so do the Gods live on. That's what I understand anyway".
As the Captain is quiet, Grulorg aims his questions at the Second Mate, "Ever been to where we are going? Anything we can expect as to what dangers could be present? I get that we're on a beach but I guess there could be some local animals that might be aggressive if we have to go to the interior to forage".
Grulorg turns about as if to say, what am I doing and ceases doing what he was doing and instead stands perfectly still so as to not be a distraction to the crew.
Grulorg steps out onto the deck of the ship, shirtless and armorless, something that his line of work does not generally allow for. He heads to the stern to watch the wake of the ship and see if any dolphins will dance out of the water this day. He nods to Blythe and Cedric but figures that their conversation should stay private.
Grulorg will buy 100 more arrows for his composite bow (5 GP). This is a long trip and he wants to make sure he has enough, just in case. 55 GP for scrolls. Shovel 2 GP. Rations trail (5 SP per day so 2 days is one GP, he will buy 60 days worth for 30 GP), again, just in case after all they have a ship to handle transportation! A tent 10 GP. Soap 1 lb. 1 GP. 10 Torches 1 SP. 2 Explorer's Outfits for 20 GP. 2 vials of Antitoxin for 100 GP. 1 Grappling Hook (just because he does not have one). 224 GP and 1 SP leaving him with 275 GP and 9 SP.
Grulorg heads below deck to stow his goods, really the only possessions he owns in all of his life. He knows this will always be his life and he is glad for it, the humans that raised him were tied to their land and their possessions never going anywhere or seeing much of the Empire. Now Grulorg has a chance to see a new place and have a new adventure. He is excited by the idea of it all. He heads onto the deck to see the boat head into the ocean itself. He grins broadly making sure to stand out of the way of the crew as he does so.
Grulorg raises Blythe's glass and grins, draining it, "It's not scotch but its certainly tasty. Thank you my Lord for your hospitality". He follows Ish out the door, "We should get a lot of rations, who knows what resources will be available to us on a trip that long! What else do you know about the area that beach is located on Ish?"
Hmm, I will have to think about that and get back to you over the weekend Ish.
Grulorg grins but quickly recognizes the look he received, "Terrific. Don't worry my Lord, battle is in my blood and if it comes to us on this job I'll make sure not one hair is harmed on Cedric's head! But if there's no fight ta be had I'm not gonna start one and endanger your Heir".
Grulorg slams down the wine like a shot and manages not to belch he then turns his attention to Blythe's glass in her lap while licking his lips, "Ya' gonna drink that BM?" He then goes silent and listens as the conversation moves forward and he frowns as the discussion seems to indicate that this will be a long and uneventful series of months, "So we don't get to hurt anybody at all on this one?"
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